It has been a while since my last post. So much has gone on. I don’t even know where to begin. So let me start with a guy.
This sounds so cliche, but I went to my 40th high school reunion and met a guy there. I was in a class of over 700, so I did not know every one. I hadn’t been to a reunion since my 10 year, and I was a bit nervous and apprehensive about going. But I thought since I was now back in the same state, only 2 hours away, and with a chance to see my mom, I would just do it.
I went with a couple of high school girlfriends, one with whom I still keep in touch. I thought about my outfit carefully. Wanted to look good after all these years. The reunion was at a large country club, and there were well over 200 people there. I saw so many old friends and acquaintances, and was really having a great time. Had a couple of gin and tonics as well, to keep things light and fun.
When I wasn’t with anyone I knew, I would just go up to people and say hi and give them my name before I changed it with marriage. There were a lot of hi’s, and I remember you or I don’t remember you. That was about it. Except with this one guy.
When I went up to him, we just had this instant easy connection. We spoke for about 15 minutes before my friends came up and pulled me away. Before I left, he asked if he could reach out to me sometime. I said sure and gave him my card. And then I went off with my girlfriends.
Before the evening ended, I saw him again. I said good-bye. He said he would be in touch. And then that was it.
I went back to my girlfriend’s house, and then the next day back to my life. I was thinking about him, wondering if he would call. I didn’t hear anything, until the following Thursday. That’s when he called.
And we talked for over 2 hours. And we continue to talk on the phone, often for 2 hours. Through our conversations, we are learning about who the other is, along with who we ourselves are. I made the decision that I am going to do my best to not where a mask as we get to know one another. I am going to be me, and say what is right for me, rather than try to be, do and say what I think he wants. We share our secrets, we flirt, we talk politics, past relationships, you name it, we talk about it. We laugh a lot together, and often he makes me smile.
He is pretty old school, which I really like. We talk on the phone more than text. And when we do text, we often flirt and play. He is an artist and I find his mind very witty and fascinating. He thinks outside the box, and I do as well.
So for 2 1/2 months, this has been our relationship. Would we ever see each other again has been the big question on my mind. We are only 2 hours apart, but we both have full and busy lives.
And of course, I wanted him to come and see me. I’ve told him this. That if he was truly interested, he would do whatever he needed to visit me, a la Greg Behrendt and He’s Just Not That Into you.
But as things don’t often work out the way I have them planned in my head, I needed to go visit my mom. And when I told him I would be there, he said let’s go out Saturday night. I was excited. And I was gripped with fear. What if when I saw this guy it was awful? What if I just wanted to run away? So I suggested that we meet for a drink on Friday night and see how it goes.
Well let’s just say that it went way better than either of us ever imagined.